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Shadows of the twilight falling / On the mountain's brow, / To each other birds are calling, / In the leafy bough. / Where the daisies are a-springing, / And the cattle bells are ringing, / Comes my Mary, gaily singing, / Bringing home the cows.
By a bush the pathway skirted, / Room for two allows. / All the cornfields are deserted, / Idle are the ploughs. / Striving for wealth's spoil and booty, / Farmer boys have finished duty, / When I meet my little beauty, / Bringing home the cows.
Tender words and kind addresses, / Most polite of bows, / Rosy cheeks and wavy tresses / Do my passions rouse / Dress so natty and so cleanly, / Air so modest and so queenly. / Oh! so haughty, yet serenely, / Bringing home the cows.
Arm-in-arm together walking, / While the cattle browse, / Earnestly together talking, / Plighting lovers' vows. / Where the daisies are a-springing, / Wedding bells will soon be ringing, / Then we'll watch our servant bringing / Mine and Mary's cows.